The Limit (Sebastian Vettel)

107. With A Little Bit Of Luck

A/N:  I'm sure by now you've all heard the sad news about Formulino.  😢  Imola won't be the same without him.  RIP Formulino 💔

Seb was grinning like the cat that had got the cream as he and Lily walked down the Imola paddock towards the Aston Martin motorhome.  Lily had pretty much jumped on him the moment they'd woken that morning, the same as she had nearly every morning since her sex drive had returned. He wasn't complaining. After months of relying on his own hand, he was revelling in the amount of sex they were having.

There was another reason he was grinning though, a reason that Lily was currently unaware of. He was going to tell her once they got inside her driver room.

Reaching out, he grabbed hold of her hand and squeezed it. She squeezed his back.

"Lily! Seb!" Lily recognised the voice straight away. She pulled her hand out of Seb's and whirled around. She squealed and dashed towards the familiar figure, throwing her arms around her.

"Pops!! Oh my God, look at bump!" she exclaimed, releasing her heavily pregnant sister and taking a step back. "What are you even doing here? You should be resting! You're due in less than two weeks!"

"Lily, I live less than three hours away!  I haven't seen you or Joel for what seems like forever.   And if I was to go into labour at least I'll have Pierre nearby."

"And believe me she will be sat in the motorhome with her feet up for most of the weekend," Pierre put in.  

"Oh it's so good to see you Lily!  You look amazing.   And I am loving seeing you kick Max's and Charles' asses."

"You're glowing Pops!   You must be really excited now. I can't believe my baby sister is going to be a mum!"

"Excited and really bored! I'm the size of a fucking whale. I just want this over with."

"It will be soon," Lily told her. "And you'll have your little baby in your arms.  Have you chosen a name yet?"

"We have the girls name picked.  Struggling with the boys one.  I like Louis, Pierre likes Hugo."

"Are we allowed to know your girls name?"

"Nope," Pierre said, grinning.  It's a secret."

"Yet Poppy told us the two boys names you like."

"Only because we won't use those names.  We want one we both like."

Lily laughed.  "Well I've got to get a move on. I'm running late already because someone took too long in the shower," she said, looking at Seb.  "Dinner tonight? We're staying in Seb's motorhome.  You and Pierre should come over.   We could ask Joel and Amelia too."

"I'm cooking Lasagne," Seb added.  "Fruit salad for dessert."

"I'd love to," Poppy said.  "Pierre?"

"Of course.  What time?"

"Eight? Joel knows where we're parked up.  If he's coming he can perhaps give you a lift. If he can't make it I'll text you directions," Seb told them. 

"I'll ask him when I see him," Lily said. "Then one of us will let you guys know for sure."

She said goodbye and then began to walk again and they soon arrived at Aston Martin.  Lily greeted everyone as she walked through. 

Seb smiled at everyone as he followed her through to her room. He closed the door quietly behind them.  

"I can't believe Poppy is here! What if she goes in to labour?"